Monday, October 26, 2009

master procrastinator

I should be packing right now, but I'm surfing the web and about to make some cookies... I also need to clean house since I'm leaving town for a few days and I HATE coming home to a messy place... but I choose to be lazy now instead.

I needed to get some Whoppers for the Malted Milkball Cookies I'm making to take to Maine tomorrow and I got stuck behind a car plastered with anti-abortion stickers. Some were pretty offensive: A baby doesn't have the CHOICE to live... Abortion Kills...

One sticker, in particular, caught my eye: "Abortion causes breast cancer." Really? Is this a scientific fact? I could've parked next to her and said something like, "having three kids under five causes cancer" -- I'm sure that there's a study out there somewhere that would show that the increased stress three small children places on a person can cause a number of different diseases... but I didn't, because it would be rude and you can't win an argument with some people.

On the abortion issue, I've always taken what I think is a neutral position -- and that's the pro-choice position. In countries like China where they've instituted mandatory birth control (via abortion... or cash incentive... or whatever) I would classify that as the extreme. The opposite extreme is no abortion and so the choice option, in my mind, is in the middle. It's where the State stays out of your bedroom... out of your body and you have the choice, which is surely not an easy one. When I see people pushing their anti-abortion opinions on others in a way that's not diplomatic, that's not kind and is meant to intimidate, I take pause.

So yeah, to go from cookies to abortion in under a minute... that must be a record. I'm going back to cookies now.

Friday, October 23, 2009

not a kid anymore

When you mix:
Red and Blue, you get Purple.
Red and Yellow, you get Orange.

It's no coincidence that when you mix Red and White, you have to reach for the pink stuff. Blergh. Didn't even get drunk.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

ernie of the day


No, this wasn't a drunken frat-house prank; he's just growing back the hair the vet shaved off to take his bloodwork sample. Poor bug.

channeling julia

Not really. Maybe just 1/8 of a teaspoon... I recently saw "Julie and Julia" and after a friend told me that they have Mastering the Art of French Cooking at Costco, I decided I needed to buy the book and try the Concombres au Beurre that Julie had success with.

I've got to preface this by saying that I have a really difficult time with cucumbers; as peppers do with many people, they repeat on me, so I tend to avoid eating them even though they're one of my favorite fruits. Well, it was a small success with me, too -- I made them on Saturday night and the flavor was not unlike a warm dill pickle -- mind you I didn't make any of the sauces that Julia Child recommends serving these with, but I think they're lovely just out of the oven. It's definitely a recipe I'll revisit! Don't be fooled by the photo, this is delicious.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

even closer to spinster status

If my life were a video game and the objective is to get to "old maid" status, I'm well on my way. I've been doing nothing much more than knitting, reading, cooking, eating and sleeping lately -- it's been great taking a vacation from life, but eventually I'll have to surface.

Thursday was a weird day but I got quite a bit of knitting done on a scarf. I got a recall notice from Volvo months ago, but when I called my closest Volvo service center, they told me that the recall didn't really apply to my vehicle. Fine. I recycled the notice and promptly forgot about it. A couple of weeks ago I got a second notice; this one said that failure to comply might invalidate whatever warranty I had left on my car, so I promptly made an appointment at the far-away Volvo service center and they were able to squeeze me in.

I wasn't surprised that the repair would take a bit of time (the letter they sent me said to expect to spend an hour to 90 minutes waiting) so I took along a scarf. In the end, I had spent 2.5 hours waiting in the "customer lounge" -- a small space that I shared with a number of people -- all of whom came and left while I was waiting. There was Barbara, the older woman (she looked grandmotherly -- like from a commercial) who commented on my knitting; she said she still had a sweater from her high school days that was sitting unfinished... and there were the other people... the guy who paced... the woman who was learning about the heart (she had her computer with her; I assume she was a med student of some sort)... and the loud lawyer who turned the TV off and took out his Blackberry and immediately started calling people: his assistant (who was sick... she sounded awful on the phone) and his sister (whom he would be seeing at the weekend when he, his wife and two kids would be visiting). The sister was going through some trauma: her maid had run over the dog's head and she wasn't sure if she should authorize the cat scan... I was gutted listening to the whole thing. I wanted to grab his phone and yell, "YES!!! RUN TO THE VET!!! GET THE SCAN!!!!" but he was far more practical than me, advising her to "leave it because dogs don't experience pain like we, as humans, do. Besides, isn't the dog quite old?" Urgh. Well... he did have his alumni game to go to and dinners to attend and so spending time talking his sister down from her freakout over the dog... and the maid... and everything was a low priority for him. I was happy when he left.

So the funny advice I got from the guy who handed me my keys was to call if I start to hear something whirring around inside my engine since the part they put in was new... and plastic... and that that can happen sometimes to the new ones.

Then I got home and there was a can of worms waiting to be opened. It was a stellar day.

taos roundup

I've waited a couple of weeks to write about Taos... it was a good trip. I definitely needed to get out of town, and although our trip was brief, it was packed full of laughs... and great chile (I ate no less than 6 chile rellenos)... Trader Joe's... and a back-alley liquor store. I don't know what else to say -- I'll just post some photos:

Thursday, October 1, 2009


OK, so I was going through the metrics again and I noticed that "Laura Shen" or whoever this person is has left a few comments... here's a couple more:

"Laura Shen said...

You are pathetic. As an intelligent, more so than you, Oriental female I can see you are desperate for attention.

September 29, 2009 9:24 AM"

and then...

"Laura Shen said...

No need to block out your address bitch. You're ugly and no one gives a shit about you anyway.

September 29, 2009 9:27 AM"

and then...

"Laura Shen said...

I uploaded your picture oh hot or not and on fugly. I'll let you know your scores, bitch.

September 29, 2009 9:32 AM"

I deleted most of the comments because this probably isn't "Laura Shen" but someone who has a beef with her. I have an image in my head of an unattractive teenaged boy who maybe had a crush on Laura, maybe asked her out and was shot down. Now this kid trolls the internet for blogs of girls who remind him of Laura and he has to put up snarky comments in her name as a silly prank. Whoever this is, I feel sorry for them.

I don't promote my blog, it's just a dumping ground for some of the stuff in my head... I'm not here to impress, or get a book deal or anything. It's simply a place for me to show my friends what's up in my life when I'm working. I'm not working this year, so it's mostly a repository for photos of my cat and the knitting projects I'm working on and/or little observations and gripes I have in my daily life. I really don't understand the need for some people to come and shit on my lawn; if you disagree, fine. Leave an intelligent comment and supporting argument. Leave me some weblinks so I can learn something. Please don't leave pissy little comments to try and rile me up -- I'm reposting these here because they were buried deep in my blog and I've deleted all but one of them. I've never had to put controls on my comments before because so few people read this, but OK, "Laura Shen" you've accomplished one little thing. I hope you feel a sense of satisfaction.

bahahaha, ahem. hahahaha.

I got this comment and had to share. Who are you, "Anonymous" douche from Cherry Hill, NJ? Why did you feel compelled to leave this comment on a post which has nothing to do with the "New Asian Trophy Wife" which is what you plugged into Google to direct you to my blog? Why did you read the entire blog and then leave such a scathing comment? I just have to laugh:


You are just another worthless Oriental girl who tries to get all uppity like she has been discriminated against as if you were a black person. I am tired of this. Like you know what racism is you dummy.

Yet you call a white guy "MyAndrewTM" what is he your possession? Do you own him? Are you his yellow masta? Are you a yellow devil?


Srsly. Get a life. Stop talking like you are a 13 year old girl.

And stop pretending like being a worthless insect sub-human means anything.

September 29, 2009 8:46 AM"Delete

An Uppity Yellow Devil

p.s. I'm getting offline to go get a life, just as you suggested.